“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.”
2 Corinthians 4:17
In more ways than one I am just kidding. But it is a sad truth that my laptop may have taken its final rest. I had today’s post all neat and tidied up and then the frustration set in. And I have to admit that I was furious, angry, and a little distraught.
So I took a light jog through the neighborhood and when I got back home I calmed myself through prayer. I then proceeded to open my daily praise book and the words it spoke for January 18th are as follows.
I am leading you along the high road, but there are descents as well as ascents. In the distance you see snow covered peaks glistening in the brilliant sunlight. Your longing to reach those peaks is good, but you must not take shortcuts. Your assignment is to follow Me, allowing Me to direct your path. Let the heights beckon you onward, but stay close to Me.
Learn to trust Me when things go “wrong.” Disruptions to your routine highlight your dependence on Me. Trusting acceptance of trials brings blessings that far outweigh them all. Walk hand in hand with me through this day. I have lovingly planned every inch of the way. Trust does not falter when the path becomes rocky and steep. Breathe deep draughts of My Presence, and hold tightly my hand. Together we can do it.
“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.”
2 Corinthians 4:17
It is true when they say He moves in mysterious ways. On the bright side of things, I just learned how to post through the application on my phone. It’s the little things, is it not? Hopefully I will see you all tomorrow.
Delighting in God’s work leads us to delight in God, and delight in God drives away fear.
It’s been awhile since we’ve spoke beneath Your stars. I vaguely remember a few inebriated instances of pleas for forgiveness, but those moments aren’t much worth reminiscing over if I can’t very well remember them. I must confess the past month has been but a blistered blur on this path to freedom. One must plead forgiveness for his improper actions, but I think we are both working to clear that up on our respective ends. Well You and Your infinite nature probably don’t pay much worry to the same trivial ends as I, but either way I must thank you for seeing me through it all.
And even though I have been so very lost, the cycle of redemption shall soon come to bloom with the Spring of You. So allow me to be redeemed beneath Your infinite nature that sparkles above me as I speak with humility at Your mercy.
Banks Of The Deep End
I often feel as though I’ve reached that age at which I can sense the impulse of folly as it advances towards my thoughts. And instead of speaking with You when the direst of desire for some sort of external help reaches its boiling point within me, I, instead turned my drowning attention towards the depths of whatever bottle was around. And I now see that the gauze of booze does not help to heal the wounds of whatever it is one is suffering through, one would be none the wiser to go ahead and choose to hit the snooze on his wildest dreams.
And I feel as though these thoughts of mine that project sleepless patterns upon my night—the only thing I can do with them is stand on the edge of some eternal lake of fire within my mind and throw crumbs upon its surface and watch as the ideas come to feed like frenzied fish. But again I have come to find that by speaking with You before bed instead of my own madness, these waters upon my fiery lake settle smooth. So let us speak with the positive energy of Your delight for the remainder of this post.
You are the essence of the energy of my delight. Even through the darkest nights, when I would look for Your light, and I couldn’t find it, little did I know that I was the light. Maybe it was the darkness that couldn’t handle me. The external energy that I sought was not anywhere to be found except within me. This I now know.
Your Will has revealed every movement of my life, and I can either obey You or I can resist You, but I cannot know with clarity what I am doing without much grace. Therefore I pray to You, God, with every breath I take give me the grace to never refuse anything you ask, but to remain utterly lost in Your Will’s immense obscurity, doing not what my will wants for my own good, but giving myself to You which is really the only possible good, for myself and for all of humanity.
His Infinite Love
Nor do I want to demand that what I do should immediately show some sort of result that I can appreciate. Neither do I want to esteem anything that I do, or do anything because I think it will make something of me in this world—but to only do things for love and love alone. This is wherein the real obscurity hides, because the values loved by Your infinite love (the love so perfect that it is its own object) is absolutely incomprehensible to me. Therefore to live for love is to live in the delight of Your infinite energy.
I do not even need to know precisely what I am doing, except that I am glorifying the love of You. To act out of obedience to the rules within the community of cosmic love, which was built by Your grace in order to love You, is obviously why I must act for love and love alone. It is by following this rule that the world is saved.
And since I live for love, I will ask for no reward, only more love. Your love is infinite, as it scatters through the night sky above me and I reminisce upon a verse from Your Book.
“Seek Him who made the seven stars and Orion, who turns midnight into dawn and darkens day into night, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out over the face of the land—the light of the world is His name.”
It is true that when we seek You, we seek the Creator of all things. You are all powerful, controlling both day and night. And when within me, I was swimming in a sea of doubt; you tipped me over and from me that doubt spilled away.
So I thank you for drowning my doubt in the positive force of all that You delight. I believe that this may have been Your plan all along to see the truth of where I truly stand, but then again, I cannot try and fathom Your masterplan without letting my expectation get in the way so let us just attack today with Your energy at my side.
In closing, there is no delightful energy when conflict and argument arise within your own mind. All this inner-divergence amounts to is more resistance and turmoil in both the inlying and outlying environments of your very own life.
It is instead that we should practice prayer purposefully and in the silence of prayer one will find peace by listening to the silence of your mind. But some choose instead to argue with the madness that will often leave one bellied up with a bottle, only to ask the devil to soon step outside and handle this deviance like cursed men. And even if one wins the argument with his very own devil, there is still no peace, for arguments are never won—they are perpetual.
When all you want is peace and love, one must have faith in the obscure realm of God’s Will, this is where the energy from within glows with delight and its positive nature realigns the heart with the head and God’s love will fill up and pour from the depths of your soul. Delighting in God’s work leads us to delight in God, and delight in God drives away fear.
Creativity is a wild mind with a wandering eye that carries the torch of the soul.
What I want to do is to write well. This feeling goes back to my early eccentric sense of existence—sunk in the glassy gravities of life—fumbling around for thrilling desperations of wisdom and knowledge. I have long been keen and aware of painted veils, of God, of domes with stained glass tinting the white radiance of eternity, quivering in the intense delight of divinity and so on. I have carried quite the nutty charm of all things since I was boy frolicking through the fields of mind-expanding growth, just on the other side of the past underneath the Cosmos of my adolescence.
Why I Write
It was underneath the stars of a sweat-filled southern summer night, many moons ago that creativity first started to drip through my soul. The thoughts I thought were worth putting on paper. Now here we are twenty some odd years later, going through the same motions, on a much larger scale rather than just some dusty old notebook. Which by the way I still have. This is why I write, well to write well, and just as well, it does help to give me a sense of liberty in a time when liberty is limping on its last leg.
If a writer is so guarded that he never writes anything that cannot be criticized, he will never write anything that can be read. If you want to help other people you have got to make up your mind to write things that some men will condemn.
If you write for God you will reach many men and bring them joy. If you write for men—you may make a pretty penny, you may give someone a hint of joy, and you may make a bit of an uproar in the world, if only for a little while. If you write for yourself you can read what you yourself have written and after five agonizing minutes you may become so disgusted that you wish your creative side dead.
A Touch Of Creativity
Creativity has this marvelous touch that feels of flattery and laughs with liberty, all the while coalesced with subtle hints of courage. As of recently, my mind has come to find that it is only truly fed with joy, when thinking about and creating all things eternal and infinite. This is why I am satisfied to sit here thinking all day long about God, creativity, and the purity of love. And why I have decided to leave my own hell by the wayside of time.
The awakening of creative energy is inner liberation from pain and is accompanied by a sense of freedom. Creativity is the way of liberty. Creativity is a way out of your own hell. Liberty cannot result in inner emptiness—it is not merely liberty from something but it is also liberty for the sake of something. And this “for the sake of something” is creativity in its purest form.
Creativity is one of the highest forms of consciousness, and at the same time it spills from the fountain of eternal youth. Creativity is the youth of the soul and its power is bound up with the soul’s virginity.
A Gift From & For God
Creativity cannot be aimless and objectless. It is an ascent and therefore supposes loftiness, which means creativity rises from the world to God. It does not move along a flat surface in endless time but ascends with eternity. Every creative act of ours is in relation to other people—an act of love, of pity, of helping others to heal, of peacemaking. Not only does it have a future but also it is eternal.
The greatest secret of existence is the satisfaction that is not felt by those who make demands and sacrifices, but by those who give and make sacrifices in the realm of creativity. In those people alone the energy of delight and life does not fail, and this is the precise meaning of creativity.
This is where I failed recently, my cockiness got the best of my creativity and I almost flushed everything I had built down the toilet of doubt. I do consider myself lucky that after praying, God wouldn’t allow me to treat myself with such atrocities that spawned from the slavery of my own mind. I’m not sure why I felt the need to ruin it all, but I also haven’t the time to recollect it all. In short, it could be chalked up to an inner dividedness. I did abandon myself to my own devices instead of leaving things up to God.
Liberty Of Love
Creativity is meant to push forward, so let us move north towards positivity. The positive mystery of life is to be found in love, in sacrificing, giving, and creating love. All creativity is love and all love is creative. If you want to receive, then give. If you want to obtain satisfaction, do not seek validation, never think of it again and forget the word altogether. If you want your words to acquire the potency to make a difference in the world, manifest those words, and pass them on to others.
We are all skeptic with this idea that love is an emotion only felt between two people. But love is a universal energy, a catching force handed down from the grace of God’s gift to us all, that being creativity. To be grateful, to hope, to believe, to be forgiving and to have faith in the path that lay ahead, is to accept God’s love and carry it in your soul, whole-heartedly and creatively. This is the liberty of love in its purest form within life and the everlasting pursuit of happiness. And we see this in the following scripture.
“Am I not free to do what I please”
Are these not Christ’s words? It seems that they, too, contain the secret of all joy, because there is no joy without liberty and these words contain the truth that make us free to love unconditionally and creatively. To accept them for what they justly mean is to enter into the infinite liberty of God. To acknowledge these words is to love them and live by them. To truly accept them is to love One and to love all.
The Creative Spirit
Where the Spirit of God is, there is liberty. Where there is liberty, there is the Spirit of God and grace. Grace acts upon liberty and cannot act upon anything else. The enslaved mind cannot receive grace and grace will not affect it. The enslaved mind will recognize liberty but only for the sake of urging it into the obedience of manmade law, and not in any way staying obedient to the law of His cosmic dance.
Liberty, then, is a talent given to us by God and not by man. Liberty is an instrument of creativity to work with. It is the tool with which we build our own lives with His freedom, and our own happiness. Our true liberty is something that must never be sacrificed, for if we sacrifice it we renounce God himself. As much as I would like to attack the current state of society on certain things pertaining to liberal beliefs I have chosen not to succumb to that impulse because the message of this post speaks loud and clear.
It is only the false spontaneity of impulse, the pseudo liberty of sin that is to be sacrificed. Our true liberty must be defended with life itself for it is the most precious element in our being. It is through liberty that God created us, constituted in His divine image of creation.
We may say with certainty that creativity is life-in-itself, and so is love, as is the contemplation of God and the spiritual world. Creativity is a wild mind with a wandering eye that carries the torch of the soul.
In the end love laughs at all that is temporal through creativity, because pure love is the doorstep to eternity, and he who loves without condition is knocking on the door that leads to God and His eternal promise, and before anything can happen to him, God will have already drawn him over the sill to Heaven and closed the door behind him and he won’t bother to worry about the wilderness burning on the other side of himself because he knows nothing but love.